The immensity of the weight around my ankles grow.
I'm shown clips, quick wisps,
peering through venetian blind.
The phone rings unmercifully,
I answer it.
a million honking cars,
a million crying babies,
a million growling tummies,
a million empty closets,
a million unsatisfied lovers,
a million unfinished jobs,
a million empty promises.
A million dreams left unrealized.
Sharp. Stabbing. Pains are felt in my side.
I'm being constructed by a million crooked paths.
I'm bleeding out and my mind grows weak.
Vision fades to black.
I see the real world!
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